“You’ve found…my sister, now it’s time to release…me…our lord…cough cough…is about to emerge from seclusion.”
Ye Feng said through gritted teeth.
"You almost killed my sister, and you still think you can live? That's just wishful thinking."
Click!
Click!
He reached out and crushed all of Feng Lao's bones, turning him into a bloody mess with his legs hanging limply at his sides.
"Ah... let me go... please..."
The piercing screams were like those of a pig being slaughtered.
Ye Feng snapped his neck and then used his essence-absorbing technique to drain all of his cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, the other party turned into a dried corpse, and spiritual flames ignited in his palm, instantly burning him to ashes.
This old fellow's cultivation level was far higher than that of You Tanzhi and the others; he was the most powerful among those present.
It did help Ye Feng's cultivation to some extent.
After killing Elder Feng, Ye Feng did not stop.
His divine sense could sense that these people, like the Seven Killings Hall, were a bunch of scoundrels, their hands stained with the blood of innocent people.
They deserved to die; they were guilty and received their just deserts.
Ye Feng unleashed his full power and wreaked havoc on all sides.
"Sword Forging Manor has no need to exist anymore."
One after another, bursts of blood mist exploded.
Wherever the Xuanyuan Sword's energy went, it was like the Grim Reaper's scythe reaping lives, sweeping away everything in its path as if it were nothing.
Sudden.
A powerful aura emanated from the depths of the Sword Forging Manor.
Clang!
A terrifying sword aura instantly enveloped the entire Sword Forging Manor, followed by a long howl.
"How dare you cause trouble at my Sword Forging Manor! You're asking for death!"
Immediately following, a commotion arose outside, and a disciple shouted in surprise.
"The Lord of the Manor has emerged from seclusion!"
"The Lord of the Manor has emerged from seclusion!"
"Damn it, I'll teach this brat a lesson."
Ye Feng also rushed out of the secret room.
In the open courtyard.
A middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his upright figure like a pine tree, his temples slightly gray, his eyes like abysses, extremely heroic and extraordinary.
Ye Feng recognized him at a glance; this was the middle-aged man in black from the video. He was the one who had slaughtered all 325 members of the Ye family and broken his mother's limbs.
The mother's piercing screams.
The sound of his father kneeling at the other person's feet, kowtowing repeatedly, echoed in his ears.
Ye Feng's face was unusually calm, but a raging fire was burning deep in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms bulged.
This person is none other than Zhuang Bixian, the owner of the Sword Casting Manor.
He was clearly only at the peak of the third rank of Martial King, but the aura emanating from him far surpassed that of Elder Feng and the others, suggesting that he possessed some kind of secret treasure.
A group of remaining old fogies, in a panic, ran behind Zhuang Bixian and recounted what had happened in a cacophony of voices.
"Master, Ye Feng killed many of our people, even Elder Feng. You must avenge them."
"That's right, kill Ye Feng."
"Kill him."
The old fogies, united in their hatred, started wagging their tails again.
It's clear they have complete confidence in Zhuang Bixian.
Zhuang Bixian's deep eyes scanned Ye Feng up and down, and seeing the fluctuations in his aura, she realized that he was only at the early stage of Martial Saint.
But he did not look down on the other party because of this.
Even a Martial Saint in his early stages couldn't kill Elder Feng and his numerous subordinates.
He had seen many examples of people who pretended to be weak to take advantage of others, but in the end, they all died at his hands.
"Very well, Ye Feng, you dare to come to me and act all high and mighty. Ten years ago, you managed to escape by luck. Instead of hiding in a dog hole, you dare to come to my door."
"Ants like you will never know how terrifying the foundation of my Sword Forging Manor is. To be my enemy is like throwing an egg against a rock, and the end result will be certain death."
"However, I don't like to push things to the extreme. How about this, I'll give you a chance to live."
After saying that, he raised his hand, and someone immediately handed him the ancient painting stained with Ye Wushuang's blood.
Zhuang Bixian held the ancient painting in one hand and put the other hand behind her back, speaking in an imperious manner.
"Drip your own blood onto it."
Ye Feng looked at the ancient painting with a puzzled expression.
The series of shocking bloodstains on it, still wet, were clearly the younger sister's.
Considering the way Feng Lao had persecuted his sister earlier, he basically understood what had happened.
The other party captured the younger sister so that they could use her blood to explore the secrets of this ancient painting.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to use bloody methods to harm his sister.
Their methods were outrageous.
One can only imagine how many innocent people died at the hands of the Sword Forging Manor.
Just like the Seven Killings Hall, they're a bunch of beasts and scum.
Ye Feng examined the ancient painting carefully and vaguely remembered that it seemed to be something his father had collected years ago.
But after all, ten years have passed, and his memory is somewhat hazy. He clenched his fist and asked.
"These are... things you took from my house ten years ago?"
Ten years ago, they robbed many of our belongings.
But these people weren't just picking up valuables; it seemed they were deliberately searching for something.
Recalling the words the other party had used to pressure my father in the video, it can be deduced that the reason they destroyed the Ye family might be because they were looking for something.
What the Sword Forging Manor values is definitely not worldly wealth.
This ancient painting is clearly one of them.
The remaining secular properties were divided up among the local wealthy families.
Zhuang Bixian smiled and said.
"Hehe, you're quite clever."
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